I’m sure this has been stated in this thread, but I’m too lazy to read back through the pages. I was at Costco last Tuesday picking up a brisket. Our store opens at 10 AM.
I got there a bit early because I was running a few errands and filled up the tank prior. The parking lot was packed and there were people lining up to get in. I waited until about 10 and the line doubled. I guess store scans memberships at the door (must be new) so it takes longer to get in.
I’m working my way back to the meat section of store and there are people walking briskly past me with their carts. Not just some people, most people. I’m wondering what’s going on. Then it dawned on me that it was pumpkin pie day at Costco.
The sheer number of people losing their minds over a fucking pie blew me away. One lady had 15 in her cart. I picked up my brisket, laughed and shook my head. Some dude noticed me and said, “15 pies, are you kidding me? Insane.” I chuckled. He looked at me and asked me if that was wrong to say. I said, “Nope, maybe she has a fetish.” Then his wife walked up to their cart with two of her own. His looked defeated. I wished him a Happy Thanksgiving and I started walking to the check out.
If you haven’t been to Costco on pumpkin pie day, you’re missing out. Pumpkin pies everywhere. People playing bumper cars with their carts. The number of dirty looks and grumbling and muttering under breaths was hilarious. “Get me out of here.” “What the fuck?!?” “This is crazy.” “Get the fuck out of my way!!!” “Save some pie for other people!” “Help me Lord, I promise I won’t sin any more.”
And the best part of all is seeing these hapless husbands either with their wives who pile on the pies or the ones who are frantically calling them on the phone asking how many they need, hoping to appease their spouses. When they do, their facial expressions are a deep dive into psychoanalysis. It’s a look of relief, anger, fear, despair, entitlement, overwhelming joy and pride all bundled together.
Meanwhile I got my meat and bid farewell to the lunatics desperately hoping to not to ruin Thanksgiving.